For maybe a month and a bit, I've been talking to this man in France who takes the most beautiful photographs. Photos are the reason we actually started talking in the first place. I love his photographs. I lived in France once, many years ago, and his pictures take me back to that beautiful, picturesque country,rich with history and snobbery and beauty. *sigh*
I follow his photo account, and have for many months, but because he's in France, and the photo comments were always in French or Spanish, I was too shy to say anything. One day I noticed he had Kik, and so I added Kik to my account, quietly, passively, hoping he might notice and say hello.
I must lead a bit of a charmed life, because he did. That was back on March 23rd. It became clear rather quickly that his English wasn't so hot, so we switched to French. My French is quite passable, and I can get by, but it's not perfect, and I'm anything but subtle.
In the intervening time, we've talked quite a lot, but sometimes Alejandro (not only does this man live in France, he's a fiery Latin American, too!) gets a bit moody.
I should point out I don't harbour any illusions as to what's going on. I've learned a bit about Alejandro. He's well-educated, older (almost 40), for the most part pleasant, and seems quite taken with me. Our exchanges have grown increasingly affectionate over the weeks, but I didn't really lose track of myself. Maybe he expected me to?
I once remarked that I liked taking photos, but music was the real love of my life, and he jokingly asked if he wasn't the love of my life. I bluntly said he didn't love me, so how he could be the love of my life? Apparently it's up to him to say whether he or doesn't feel that way, which I suppose is fair.
I just don't ever really know if he's going to assume my horribly blunt French is malicious or mean-spirited. *sigh*
Anyway, we've been exchanging quasi-racy photos (nothing with faces or anything to actually identify either of us, so who knows if it's actually Alejandro's delightful body I'm seeing), and I've sent him 4 little voice messages, most in French, but I did hazard a go at Spanish once.
I've asked numerous times to reciprocate, and I'm starting to wonder if he's got some problem. Perhaps a really bad stutter, or a speech impediment of some kind? I wonder what gives?
Never mind. I ASKED. Why not be direct, right?
"So, I know it's late there, but I wanted to ask you why you haven't sent me a message. Do you not like the sound of your voice, or something?"
"I don't like talking on the phone, and I like leaving messages even less. After recording you have to copy it and open an email... so I don't really want to do it, and honestly, it was your idea not mine, given I don't like talking."
Who thinks is an appropriate excuse for not reciprocating?
But, of course, I didn't have the energy to even bother making a big deal of it. I just said, "Okay. Sleep well."
THAT'S IT. Nada mas, amigos. Alejandro has been moody on enough occasions for the two of us, and if he can't be fussed to even let me know what his voice sounds like, I'm sure as SHIT not going to be bothered ever making an effort to meet him.
Oh, did I forget to mention that?
One night, while we were saying goodnight, he says, "When are you coming to visit me?" I asked if that was what he wanted. "Of course." I pointed out it costs a lot of money to buy a ticket to Paris... "I agree, but its's something we should think about, no? Not immediately, but I want to get to know you."
Ballsucking lazy piece of shit. You don't even halfway DESERVE to know me.
Men are such tiny-dicked wonders somedays, I'm astonished the human race has survived this far.
I leave you with the song that Amy immediately thought of when I told her about Alejandro... Thanks Gaga.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNqIUb2RdGQ
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